Oh, I wish I`d looked ofter my dick

Oh, I wish I`d looked after my dick

A kindly stoker old and grey,
was down the club remembrance day
I ses to him, I’ll lay a bet,
there’s many a thing that you regret..
Indeed there is, old Jack replied
and then a tear came to his eye.
and he uttered ,with a sigh..
Oh, I wish I’d looked after my dick

In Hong Kong bars or down the gut,
my todger it was such a slut
although I never got a dose
so many times I came so close
sometimes so sore I couldn’t sit
so swollen up I couldn’t shit
so I kept on massaging it...
Oh I wish I`d looked after my dick

Now it`s just not working right
over-active in the night
drink a pint and piss a gallon
it seems old age has tamed the stallion
where once it could jump through a hoop
it suffers now from `brewers droop`
and has taken on a definite stoop
Oh, I wish I`d looked after my dick

see.. mother nature played a trick,
it`s much to long and far to thick.
my trusty one eyed piccolo
it always seemed, was on the go
on runs ashore and up the line,
my mate was there, time after time,
now he`s getting hard to find
Oh I wish I`d looked after my dick
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As some one who has a nudger that my wife says looks like a "Smugglers Cudgel!" I think I can understand the poem.
It's had a lot of use and still has only one hole in it!got to be made well!

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